I fly out Sunday. However, the training may take less time than first planned. That means I'm home for Christmas. Looks like Heartless Libertarian was correct. I'm still going to be a bit pessimistic about it however. This IS the Army we're talking about.
The wife and I are mostly over the food poisoning we had Monday. My back is still wrenched out of shape from vomiting so damn hard, and it hurts to take a deep breath right now. I'll get over it in time, and with a little help from my pal Scotch.
I love scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch scotch!
Anywho, I'm still busy as hell, so I need to get off the computer before my wife brains me with some various kitchen utensil that I should be packing into a box.